Run and gun, get it done
Do another bottle run
Crash my car into the sun
I'ma grab another one
Bottles and bottles I got
Love for this city do not
Flowin' and flowin' a lot
Scribble and scribble I jot
Mama said You always hang out with your burnout friends
I said Mama cant you see that I was always one of them"
She said "Son you are the biggest disappointment Ive ever had
But I really do not give a fuck she never understands
Runnin' for the bottles in the corner grocery
Dependence on that sizzle poppin' lovin' luxury
Make amends with all my sins, sippin' on this shit for free
Suffocated and drowned, locked in the bottom with no key
As I think about my past I'm destined ever so keen to be
Indigenous 5-0-9, some of the worst kind
Stuck in the sorrows of my life's lies when time flies
And as I indulge in the cheap liquor, they fade quicker than a fat kid devouring a fat snicker
I do quiver as my liver gets infected with booze and I really wanna say what I'm thinkin' so much I ooze
And when you think like this it's hard to be missed
Swing your hands in the air like this
Slap your friend in the face like this
Put the fifth in your pants like this
Take a look at your life like this
Jump into the canyon like this
Bottles and bottles I got
Love for this city do not
Flowin' and flowin' a lot
Scribble and scribble I jot
(You need to do that too, I forgot, fuck bitches)
Walk into the car my lips are chittery chattery
Hope to God the managers aren't walkin' out after me
I can't see what's happening, my head's on a swivel
This new rivalry shit is on a whole 'nother level
White boys with friends that are twenty one and older, lookin' to buy him a little stronger than a soda
So do you really need this, do you really care?
Do you really feel the need to throw a dollar up in the air?
One night, two night, three night, four
One night more we're gonna throw you out the door
Parents say with dismay as they look in your face
Wondering how in God's name they raised a kid this way
Bottles and bottles I got
Love for this city do not
Flowin' and flowin' a lot
Scribble and scribble I jot
Well lemme employ you about before when I was just a boy, annoyed, enjoyin' destroyin' my organs
Then comin' up with ploys to score more, no morals nothin' short of horrible, oh what a poor kid
But don't get sympathetic for my misdirection I'm resurrected and get that I have yet to be bested
You kids gettin' arrested for the same shit I played with and got away with
Somethin' you bitches don't get
I never did that shit for the attention
Did I mention my endless love for drugs used to be extensive until it got to be expensive?
Redirect my efforts to comin' up with better ways to get what I needed to gain, head to the Wray's, step in through the back, slip a bottle of Jack in my jacket, go back out the back with a fifth I'm packin' get back in the Vo, you know how it goes
Bottles and bottles I got
Love for this city do not
Flowin' and flowin' a lot
Scribble and scribble I jot

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